If you’re a faithful follower of my blog (yeah, as if), you probably know that I lovemesomeJack White. And if you recall the last time I posted about Jack White, you’ll remember that this was my reaction to his then-pretty-new music video for “Freedom at 21”:

THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!

(in case it isn’t obvious, the big angry sourpuss is supposed to be me. The handsome peppermint dandy is Jack. Because well duh)

I’m not even going to trouble myself with explaining once again why I had such an averse reaction to the video. If you’re curious, you can read it all here (hint: sexism and cliches beget such ugly babies). Well, I want you all to know that even though I still consider the aforementioned video to be a pathetic disappointment, I’ve decided not to let that weigh too much on my opinion of Mr. White, because since then he’s done several things to remind me that he’s still absolutely wonderful. And one of those things was his next video, “I’m Shakin'”, which came out back in October or whenever. Yeah, I was going to write about it back then, but only a few days after I discovered the video, Sandy happened, and I was living in (okay, a really spoiled version of) the dark ages for several days. Thus, my plans for this blog post kind of fell by the wayside. The reason I’m writing about it now is because I’ve recently fallen even more head-over-heels back in love with Jack White since then, what with him performing on the Grammys a couple weeks ago, which actually gave me a reason to bother watching the Grammys, which I haven’t done since 2009 (back when Consolers of the Lonely was up for some awards but didn’t get anything, so I wasted a good two or three hours waiting to at least see the Raconteurs accept an award, but to no avail. That’s right; Jack White is pretty much my only reason to ever watch the Grammys). And well, that rekindled my love for the man all over again, to the point that I spent Valentine’s Day watching my DVDs of Under Blackpool Lights, It Might Get Loud, and Under Great White Northern Lights to celebrate my unabashed fangirl love for the man (I’m single and unemployed; what else am I supposed to do?).

So here’s an illustration of my current attitude towards Mr. White. Yup, back to normal.

Anyway, more about this video: it’s basically the most badass Doublemint gum commercial that never happened. There’s two Jack Whites in this video (because the only thing that could possibly be better than one Jack White is two Jack Whites), one fronting each of his two backing bands, the all-male Buzzards and the all-female Peacocks (which I think is a weird name for an all-female group, considering peacocks are, by definition, male peafowl. But peahens are neither as well-known, nor nearly as pretty as their male counterparts, so whatevs. I’d say birds are weird that way, but it’s actually humans who have all the weird ideas about gender presentation). Yay for pretty much equal representation of men and women! And yay for badass women rockers! Special mention also goes to Jack’s two female backup singers, who, along with Jack, get to perform with both groups, which means that the ones performing with the Buzzards get to wear some snazzy suits. Not stripperiffic versions of male uniforms, either; I mean suits that are maybe tailored a bit more to the female body, but otherwise just like the suits the dudes are wearing. They even got hats. Now the only thing that would make this even more perfect is if one of the Jacks was wearing a kilt (he’s been known to wear kilts on occasion, or at least back when he was in The White Stripes and The Raconteurs. He’s part-Scottish and everything, too), but hey, the photo-negative-y suits he wears are awesome enough (and for me, kinda reminiscent of “Daddy’s Song”). Plus, the two dancers who are in the video for no discernable reason beyond just being totally awesome (I’m especially impressed with the male dancer’s moves. Holy crap). And then there’s that little wiggle Jack does at about 1:50-1:53 which is the most adorable thing in the whole wide world. Well, that and the way Jack pronounces the word “nervous” in the song (I’d say it was in a “Joizee” accent, if it weren’t for the fact that I’m from New Jersey and know better. But I’ve been in love with that pronunciation of “nervous” ever since I heard Mae West say it in She Done Him Wrong). So anyway, enjoy.